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An acorn, a squirrel, and the power of potential


An acorn falls to the ground and lays there. Oh, how it bemoans its fate imagining it can go no lower. It has reached the very depths of despair.

A squirrel, scavenging for food, found the little acorn and picked it up. The acorn thought to itself, “WHOOPEE", said the acorn. "I am saved! no longer must I lay here in the dirt and dust all covered by leaves. Now I shall be restored to the top of the tree where I belong.”

But, ’the best-laid plans of mice, men, and little acorns oftentimes go awry... for the squirrel began digging. The hole that the squirrel dug was not much of a hole as holes go, no grand canyonesque hole, huh uh, nope. It was quite an insignificant hole, a little tiny baby hole, a hole just right for burying acorns, sort of hole.

The squirrel dropped the acorn in, and with no fanfare, began filling in the hole.

The little acorn, ( I don’t know what its name was, or even if acorns have names,) gave a little cry of terror. It should be noted that you have to listen very carefully to hear an acorn say anything and this was a very tiny acorn and not even the squirrel heard it.

And now the acorn knew that it had fallen as far as an acorn could fall.

It lay there under the ground and wondered if it would ever again be able to be a healthy acorn and hang high in the air and feel the rain and the wind.

Time passed.

If the little acorn could have wished itself free of its earthy prison, it would have been back up there on its branch many times, but no, it was not to be for the little acorn was where it was meant to be.

One day, after the little acorn had accepted its fate and had ‘adjusted’ to its station in life it felt something strange, a stirring within, a bursting forth, an exploding!

“What is happening to me?” It shouted in its little, tiny acorn voice.

The acorn felt itself expanding, and it realized that its beautiful shell was splitting.

“Oh, I am destroyed, I am to be no more!” And it wondered if this was what it was like to die.

Time passed, and one day the little acorn woke to realize that it was no longer under the ground! Something wonderful had happened; something the little acorn couldn’t explain.

The little acorn was no longer a little acorn.

Eventually, the little acorn became a mighty oak tree with lots and lots of little acorns of its own and some of those little acorns became oak trees.

Hmmm, people are sorta’ like little acorns, don’t you think?

Charles Towne
Charles Towne

Charles Towne is first and foremost a Christian. An octogenarian, author, journalist, wildlife photographer, naturalist, caregiver, and survivor, his life has been and continues to be, a never-ending adventure filled with possibilities never imagined. He has adopted the philosophy that to Live fully, laugh uproariously, love passionately, and learn like there is no tomorrow, is a formula for a long and joy-filled life.


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  • mtmcfaddenfla

    Very cute story to start off my week. Reminds us to never give up. Thanks for keeping us thinking and smiling. Have a blessed week.

    Sunday, November 21, 2021 Report this

  • OlderBro

    YOU'RE an Extraordinary Accorn or better say : You raised a family, a pray group, a Beatiful wife, Friends ... Charles, you're still raising nice trees, roots, and Cristian principles.

    GOD Bless You !!!

    Sunday, November 21, 2021 Report this

  • Ah my friend, I have read and am reminded of the saying, With all the troubles of this old world, when you're not sure what to do, remember that the mighty oak, was once a nut like you!

    Monday, November 22, 2021 Report this

  • CharlesTowne1

    Richard, and where would the world be if it wasn't for us nuts? Chaz

    Thursday, November 25, 2021 Report this

  • CharlesTowne1

    Older Brother, You give me high praise and more credit than I deserve my friend, Bless you muy amigo, Chaz

    Friday, November 26, 2021 Report this

  • CharlesTowne1

    Richard, the only reason you say that is that it is true, and because I come from a long line of fine nuts! Bless you pal, Chaz

    Friday, November 26, 2021 Report this